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A review by jimbowen0306
Tangerine by Christine Mangan
2.0
On good grief. I can't work out who I hate more at the moment. Myself, the bookseller who recommended it or the book itself. It could be me, because I went against my better judgement and listened to the bookseller who said it was like a style of book I disliked. It could be the bookseller who said was like Tom Ripley, only better, thereby giving the ending away, or the book, which was just bad. Can't see why it's getting so many good reviews, or why George Clooney and Scarlett Johansson have optioned it for a film. But I think I'll blame the book. Yes, the book.
In this book a woman with the moral fortitude of a wet fart attends a college in Vermont. There she befriends a lesbian who gets all crazy possessive about her after she gives off the wrong signals (can't see why the LGBT community aren't marching about that idea, it's hardly a positive stereotype). Years later she's stalked by said lesbian in Tangier, and made to doubt her own sanity, before all hell breaks loose, and her husband dies.
The problems I have wit the book are four fold. First, who are we supposed to root for? Wet fart or sociopathic lesbian, because neither are particularly attractive. Second, if you've read any reviews of the story, you'll know the story's general structure. It really is very Tom Ripley, and I really didn't like that book. Thirdly, crazy possessive lesbians aren't a stereotype I find appropriate any more. Finally, it is slow paced and dull. I found it so unbearably slow I almost didn't finish the book.
In this book a woman with the moral fortitude of a wet fart attends a college in Vermont. There she befriends a lesbian who gets all crazy possessive about her after she gives off the wrong signals (can't see why the LGBT community aren't marching about that idea, it's hardly a positive stereotype). Years later she's stalked by said lesbian in Tangier, and made to doubt her own sanity, before all hell breaks loose, and her husband dies.
The problems I have wit the book are four fold. First, who are we supposed to root for? Wet fart or sociopathic lesbian, because neither are particularly attractive. Second, if you've read any reviews of the story, you'll know the story's general structure. It really is very Tom Ripley, and I really didn't like that book. Thirdly, crazy possessive lesbians aren't a stereotype I find appropriate any more. Finally, it is slow paced and dull. I found it so unbearably slow I almost didn't finish the book.